From the Maelstrom

Always drinking, never quenching,She sucks my ship down with a thirst never slaking.And so into her lightless night I goTo be in her nightmare tossed to and fro.Desperate and afraid, I turn my head up for airOnly to fill my lungs with water; my heart, despair.

Still trapped in her violent patch of seaAn unshakeable, deadly calm o’ertakes me.With water in place of air on my lips,I take my place among the sunken ships.Under her spell we can no longer fight her;The trapped lovers of our maritime widow spider

A new Wave invades her treacherous sea Rousing me from my eternal sleep, “Rise and be free!”I try to move, but am bound by the smothering depth,My body refusing to budge until I once again draw breath.The new waters overwhelm her; she flings my body away,And suddenly with others I find myself surrounded in glorious day!

None agreed on where to go, so we went our separate ways,Some returned home, still others to dreams delayedBut I followed the Wind that accompanied the WaveLonging to be with the Breath that deemed my life to save.